A cult can never be boring

November 3rd

Monday. We had college classes again, the fun weekend was over. I'm... honestly not sure I wanted to be here. I mean, I already had a cult of girls flocking around me and Francy seemed to work tirelessly and without troubles. Wasn't it just a matter of time until I got enough girls around me to just live a lazy life of being served by these girls anyway? Then again, we'd need money to survive in the future, and if we grew big enough, power to protect us from public scrutiny. If I skipped classes, the girls couldn't come with me.

Sighing heavily, I decided to focus on class. In the afternoon, I had advanced math classes, essentially meaning that Cathy and Francy wouldn't be with me. Sitting in class I realized that while I like to think of myself as a leader of a sex cult, I was obviously still lonely. I didn't really know how to approach this problem. Of course I wanted someone to love that loves me back. What I got, however, was a sex cult. Don't get me wrong, I would have never given up what I have, but as great as getting worshipped and 'worshipped' feels, I felt alone. Perhaps I want more intimacy?

I sighed again, feeling torn between my laziness and horniness on one side and my responsibility and desire not for a believer, but a partner on the other side. To my right with an empty seat between us, Dorothy, an IT student, picks up on me sighing "Everything alright, Zach?" Surprised by her question, I answer "Yeah... It's just... I dunno... I'm not very motivated today." She gives a teasing reply "What, not interested in class once you can't show off to your two girls?"

I sigh. If it weren't for the cult, my relationship status with either of them would still be complicated, but trending downwards. I decide to turn the tables on her "And you? Are you motivated for class?" Now she was sighing "I dunno... I sometimes wonder, if I'm gonna be needed at all. For all the faults of AI, it is pretty decent at coding. So what can I still do in the future? Or is my college education just mostly pointless and I have to get some sort of AI training instead?"

I tried to put her fears to rest "Honestly, if AI is going to put you out of your job, it'll probably happen to the rest of us as well. I can't foresee the future, but you won't be alone. And you can still make software as a hobby. But if AI isn't taking everyone's jobs, you might just have to get good grades to work with AI assistance somewhere. I think you're gonna be fine."

Dorothy smiled and said "Thanks. I never thought about it that way before." It was at this moment, that a realization hit me. Couldn't this count as me 'illuminating her path' or whatever? As me helping her? Could I convert Dorothy myself or should I let Francy handle her?

I decided to give a vague answer "I tend to have a weird, but unique perspective on things. Sometimes it helps. It's why Catherine and Francesca are often around me." Technically, none of this was a lie. And while odd and self-aggrandizing, it served a very different purpose. If I had the power to convert as well, which would be reasonable for the leader of the cult, then I could expect Dorothy to perhaps take this statement seriously and perhaps admire me as a result.

"I... see" Dorothy said absentmindedly. Initially I thought she was focused on class, but no. She was clearly pondering about what I had said. Throughout the lesson, I could see her move sluggishly, concentrating on her thoughts, only to be interrupted by hurried attempts to write down something our professor said was going to be vital for the next exam. Shortly before our class ended, she asked "Can I talk to you after class?", to which I responded with a curt "Yes".

After class, I had to thread the needle with what she said. After all, I never really cared about guiding anyone to or with any light, I only cared about guiding them right into my cult. "I thought about what you said" she started, "and I think you're right. I started coding as a hobby and I always wanted to be good at it anyway, not because I'm a nerd, but just because I like it. So getting better seems like a good bet. Do you want to make a study group with me? Or are you already part of one and could give me an invite?"

"Of course we can study together! I'm happy that you feel better."

"Yeah, it feels like so much pressure is off my shoulders. Which is weird to say considering I basically just promised myself to study a lot more. But how about you? You never told me what you were dealing with. Don't you have any perspectives to illuminate your own troubles?" she asked with a smirk.

"W-Well" I stutter, "I'd have taken my advice if it was useful. And in a way, you've already helped me. I think it's too easy to forget during college that you actually love what you're studying. At least compared to everything else you could be studying."

"So you did help yourself! I feel like I understand what those two see in you. It's nice to have someone by your side in tough situations." She pauses for a bit. "It feels cringe to ask this so directly, but do you think I could be friends with you all?"

This is the moment I need to strike, I feel like. After briefly looking around to check that we were alone, I told her "You could say I already have a little fan club. You're more than welcome to join everyone I've helped." Her movements slowed again, eyes shut wide open as if she was listening with an unnerving, almost supernatural attention and focus on my words. "Fan club is not the right word for it, I'll admit. I have guided you through a major life decision, have I not?" A slow nod from her. "That makes me more than just a friend, does it not?" Another slow nod. "The other members think the same way you do. They don't just like me, they venerate me for my abilities to guide them to the path of success. They worship me for helping them and doing it so often to so many people with what appears to be supernatural intuition. Surely, you'll also join them for the worship?" It took a couple seconds, but then she finally nodded again, slowly. "Good. Now come with me to initiate you. Tomorrow you will wake up a true believer." Another slow nod, and Dorothy trotted behind me on my walk home in silence.

Arriving home, only Francy and Charlotte were there. Francy was there with her convert, Prof. Steinbach. Francy hardly reacted to me bringing my own convert, so I took care of the administrative proceedings. Francy's convert was first. "Judy Steinbach, drama and acting professor at this college. As per college rules I am currently earning $7540 monthly, before taxes. I could offer $1000 per month without raising any suspicion, $1500 if I save on things fitting in price for a professor." What an introduction! Francy seems to be getting ever more effective; I was smiling with every letter I noted down. "One grand will be enough for now, don't worry. Do you know what you must do for the initiation?" I asked. She nodded and quickly got undressed. Dorothy saw this, but did not even so much as flinch or be shocked.

This gave me the time to look at her body. She was just as one imagines an actress: Slim, well-toned body. Breasts and ass slightly above average, but not enough for the adult industry to have become a genuine alternative for her. Long, wavy blond hair and a spotless and pretty face to boot. She then started her pledge "Supreme Master, I pledge myself, my body, my mind and my heart to You for all eternity. You may use me as You please, for I live for Your pleasure alone. Please guide me with Your light and illuminate my life like You have helped others already. I will remain forever grateful and in Your debt. I will repay this debt with a life of subservience to You and Your teachings."